Lee D
Well-Known Member
Some of my greatest memories of flying will always be as a young 23 year old kid sitting in the right seat of that airplane flying through all kinds of weather.
I remember the time we almost hit a UAV that wasn't on radar going through the coachella valley.
I remember my first flight as a Captain having the fleet manager in the jumpseat and flying to HDQ only to find wicked storms and a circling DME arc approach waiting for me to land on a runway built on a bluff.
I remember being given a late descending turn for an approach going into Medford only to hear the GPWS warnings going off, me giving a puzzled look at the Captain and him saying, "don't look at me stupid, pull up, lets get outta here".
Taking off out of Oxnard at o dark thirty with wicked Santa Ana winds blowing and landing at LAX east bound and the sun still hadn't risen.
The Modesto overnight with the Double Tree cookie waiting for us.
While on climb out having the EEC fail on us, then jumping up thinking we lost an engine. lol, that was funny to see our reaction.
The descent into PSP with "moderate" turbulence, landing, and seeing blue juice dripping from the bathroom ceiling.
Parking at the "box" at LAX, walking into the HUGE pilots lounge with all the leather chairs, and seeing our old chief pilot, Jon Tenpas greeting us with a smile.
so many more memories.......
Love the blue juice on the ceiling story!!
I remember the early morning after I finished my EMB 120 type ride in Carlsbad, you were the Captain that flew me back to LAX! That was Spring of 06.
I had the EEC kick off on me a few times, I had forgotten about that! The first time at a high power setting makes you think you chucked an engine. It sends your heart rate through the roof! That being said I never lost an engine on the Brasilia. Worst situation was when we fried an entire electrical BUS in a snowstorm about 80 miles North of SLC one cold winter morning. That was a busy, busy flight.
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